i wrote this at work tonight ( Read more... )

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i spent the afternoon lying with my mom in her bed half-awake watching The Graduate. and the evening in bed with amy sharing a reeses sundae and talking through a bad movie ( Read more... )

awake early. and yardsales with my mother.

(pink lace blouse: the woman said she thought it was beautiful, she pulled it out of a closet for me, thought i'd like it. she had only worn it once when her daughter had had a
pink birthday party when she was five. she was sentimental with me ( Read more... )

yeah. so i don't really feel happy. or anything else.

i am: listening to the velvet underground
i think: that beck hansen is sex
i know: un petit pois de francais
i want: to call someone who's probably not home
i have: excellent fashion
i wish: that my best friend still liked me
i hate: going to shows in richmond (i don't have black hair. gasp ( Read more... )

girl: with on-ramps for fingers

exits for knuckles;

dying every june -- drowned in gardenia sweat.

give her advice: you can't forget one by biting another's bottom lip.

(i work too goddamned much. and am hit on night after night by a slightly attractive, but so much older, professor of spanish and french from university of somewhere-out- ( Read more... )

on the verge ( Read more... )

july eleventh : air fresh-from-the-dryer warm. tom petty songs oh, my my, oh, hell yes and drove barefoot to someplace just outside ourselves: we are silly. (top button undone in 7-11, i am a precocious schoolgirl.) icecream truck, "today is the greatest." (singing) this man, running through suburbia, kicking his legs extra high: he was content ( Read more... )

this is the most distracted i have ever been.